User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act - Reboot/@comment-3474228-20130813031427/@comment-3474228-20130813220903

Sterling winks at Kiath as she kills the weasel and spots Dirg. "Gen'ral Lenter! Much appreciated ol' chap!" The general acknowledges his old friend's comment as he dashes into the fray. Sterling laughs as he turns around to attack a rat, but he is greeted by the grinning face of a ferret instead. The ferret holds Varon's dead body, still holding the hilt of a dagger that he thrust into the otter's gut. Sterling drops his bow as he looks into the unseeing eyes of his otter friend and second in command.

The ferret pulls the dagger out of the dead otter's body and lunges at Sterling, ready to kill another. However, a flying figure tackles the ferret, sending the dagger skittering across the sand. When the ferret is able to get the sand out of his eyes, he is looking into the face of Trindle. "'Ello, mate." The squirrel puts his footpaw onto the ferret's neck, cutting off airflow. Able to overpower the kicking and struggling of the ferret, Trindle leans down close. "Ye've killed a dear friend o' mine, d'ye know that? So I'll give ye two options. Death ... or exile." The squirrel raises his foot a little bit, allowing air to flow back into the ferret's lungs.

The ferret gasps and coughs. "E-Exile!" Trindle then takes his footpaw off completely and brushes his paws off nonchalantly.

"Good choice, mate. Now off y'go." The ferret takes one look at the squirrel and then dashes back towards Voltan's army behind the larger dunes. Trindle watches the ferret for a few moments before picking up the ferret's dagger and tossing it lightly from paw to paw. "Should work." Taking a step back, the squirrel brings his arm back and then releases, sending the dagger spinning high overhead in an arc.

The sun glints off the blade just before it nails the ferret directly in the back of the head, sending it face first into the sand. Trindle smiles. "Death by exile."